Posts By: T T

From 1975 to 1979, my family lived in Jenpeg, north of Lake Winnipeg, in Manitoba, Canada. Manitoba Hydro had built the town for its employees. . .

In a time when many of us have rooted in and down, while yet more of us venture out to care for the sick and provide the services that keep us all going, I have found it useful to garden. . .

This pandemic summer of 2020, while trying to know my backyard better, I began to write a book about a man who spent his life getting to know his backyard.

The bean is the perfect lesson, capsule of seed coat
enshrouding cotyledon, the embryonic epicotyl leaves,
the radicle ready for reaching.

Weeding cuticle deep in the loose soil mounded around the zinnia roots at the community farm and my hands tingle with the breathing. . .

Our esteemed council member from the Fourth Ward would like to close Ninth Street to traffic and cover it in Astroturf. For the purposes of “milling about.”

Beyond the stained-glass glow of the library’s windowed wall was a garden of medicinal plants. Purple bells of foxglove and yellow buttons of calendula. . .

Your name, a fold creased
into my tongue—what followed,
naturally, I love you.